The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1887-09-10


mention his name 10 me, and / never
spoke Of her 10 him.
Sometimes ! wondered what they In
tended 10 do and IL my recreant lover
intended tOreturn % his allegiance In
course Of time. was soon u find out
II was an excessive warm day, and
had wandered out into the woods.
not far from the house, had found a
comparatively cool place under the
trees, and. endeayoring 10 read. had
fallen asleep.
/ was awakened by voices on the
the other side Of a group Of sapplings.
which hid me from the speakers, and
Immediately recognized them.
"But. Celestine. my darling. | love
you! You won't tell me that my love
Is hOpelcss?'
Really. Mr.. Clyde" my cousin
laughed, ironically. "yOu are too alb
surd, and, considering Marjorie's
claims. are going too far''
"Ncvcr mind Marjorie, ~ he returned.
"What can she be to me after having
seen you? tell you | love you! DO
you understand" His voice was deep
with passion. "Marjoric will forget
me in a little while"
was too angry 10 be quiet any
longer; probably | ought not 10 have
listened am human. Springing
10 my feet, | walked round the inter-
vcning bushes, and confronted the two
lie took Ccle5tine's hand in his, and
waited her answer breathlessly.
r. "Mr. Clyde. - 5aid-and he dropped
her hand and faced me-"allOw me TO
return your ring. | agree with you
'MaiorIe will forget that you ever ex-
istcd in less time than you can inn
aginc.'
lie was too astonishcd 10 speak; and
the ring dropped at his feet As !
turned to leave him, Celcstinc laughed
softly.
What little tragedy queen it isl"
said she.
went up to my mother room.
II have broken my engagement" |
said. briefly.
While | was telling her about it my
cousin entered. Taking my hand, she
forcibly detained me as tried 10 leave
the room.
"Let me go!" l cried, passionatcly,
II hate you!'
"But you won't after little" she
answered. 'Listcn: | am going to be
married in a few weeks ! knew you
were out there in the woods, and
knowing Mr., Clyde was going to try
his old game | purposely took him
where you would overhcar his offer.
Brother Tom knows him of old. He
has heard that | have a little more
money than you, hence the scene
under the trees. Az for love he does
not care n straw for either of us. The
only woman he ever cared for died
years ago, victim 10 his trcachcry.
| am going away next week, and
Walter will surely come TO you and
ask for forgiveness. came down
here at your mothers request on pur-
pose TO open your eyes to the true
character Of the man you
loved. If you choose to take
him back you will have the
opportunity. As for myself. il does
not matter. have flirtcd all my life.
and certainly never with SO praise
worthy an object as now. Some time
you will forgive me-"
| got away from her and went to
my room was beginning to learn
something of the ways Of the world.
That night dclicatcly tinted and per-
fumcd note was brought to me. 1t
read thus:
MY INJURED DARLING: Only let me see you,
kncel at your feet and explain. WALTER.
Bah! it sickencd me. tore the
note into fragments, and wrote
How doro ,vu address me' Don't presume
ever to write or spcok so me again. Hence
forth we are strangers. MARJORIE.
This note. with the presents that he
had made me, | put in package and
sent TO him 10y the chambermaid.
Then | went back to mamma and
urged her to leave the place at once.
She consented. Our maid packed the
trunks and we departed by the late
train. | said goodbye to Cclestine.
"Somc time may thank you for
this told her; "but not now
.
1t is my twcnty-tirst birthday. and
three years and more since last saw
Walter Clyde have heard he mar
ried n widow several years older than
himself and such life as they lead!
Cclcstnc is married, too, and wor-
ship her boy She is a model wife and
mother. Such girls do sometimes make
the best of wives.
She says she feels that the good she
did during that tlirtation cowntcrbal-
arccd multitude of sins.
Oh. well, have forgiven her; but my
heart Is bitter toward men.
Mother and are living at home in
Bristol
1T Is bitter cold day." mother
said; ''you had better take drive,
Marjorie"
But told her was tired of driving.
and would start on foot to do some
shopping.
The wind blew a gale, the crossings
were very slippery, and hurrying
across the street to escape being run
over by cab, | slipped and sprained
my ankle badly. Immediately a crowd
gathered round me; could not walk,